The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

I froze on the spot and my mind went completely blank. I could only feel my heart being squeezed. It took me a while to come back to my senses.

I pried the little girl's hands off, squatted down, and looked at her seriously. "What's your name?" The little girl tilted her head to the side and looked at me in confusion. "You're my dad. How could you not know my name?"

I was choked. "I'm not your father," I said in a hoarse voice.

"Huh?" The little girl's doe-like eyes went as wide as saucers. "Daddy, are you playing games with me?"

I touched my forehead helplessly. "No, I'm not playing games with you."

"All right." The little girl wrapped her chubby fingers around my index finger and said solemnly, "My name is Beryl, but you should call me Baby Beryl."

"Okay, Beryl."

The little girl puffed out her cheeks

compromise. "Well... Okay, Baby Beryl. Can you tell me where you're from?" Beryl thought for a while and shook her head, at a loss. "Didn't I come from your

I should explain to her that only she-wolves could get pregnant and give birth to babies, not male werewolves. But she was so young that I figured she wouldn't understand. I couldn't help but wonder if the little girl had

still remember your family? Who's your Mommy?"

eyes welling up with tears. "I can't remember. Daddy,

as though she would burst into

quickly dropped the topic and called the doctor in.

cried indignantly. She wiped her tears away, planted her

girl,

"I don't know. They're just in my mind. Anyway,

breathed a sigh of relief. To

to those robbers. Concussions could lead to temporary memory loss. Presumably, before the child fainted, the last person she saw was you, which left

my lips and looked at Beryl wordlessly. If she lost her memory, things would be trickier now. Even if the notice worked, I couldn't be sure if the person who came to me was actually Beryl's family. "Daddy, braid my hair." Beryl pulled the pink hair band off her wrist and placed it on my palm. Then she turned her back to me, waiting expectantly for me

and didn't do anything. I had never braided anyone's hair in my life. When I finally managed to open my mouth to refuse, Beryl turned around and looked at me impatiently. "Daddy,